How Did My Nest Get So Full?

My almost-empty-nest lasted all of seven months. Many of you followed along while I mourned my first-born taking flight and leaving for college. Fall came, and my daughter and I were in a rhythm. The house stayed clean, meals were easy and healthy, and the toilets were always flushed. She would come home from school, practice piano and study; I would come home from work, exercise and twiddle my thumbs. So, I applied to graduate school. I had time on my hands, and I’d put this dream off for far too long. I could hardly wait to get started. Whoa! I was not prepared for two things: the amount of homework I suddenly had (goodbye thumb twiddling) and the fact that my son would call me, barely into his spring semester, to say he needed to come home. I warned him that coming home after he’d been away and on his own for even a short time, would not be the same. He came back. The adjustment has been hard for him, but I didn’t anticipate how hard it would be for me. Parenting an adult child may be my most difficult challenge yet. Of course, I am writing this after we’ve been snowed in for three days together and after I’ve just learned that on the night we had an ice storm, while I was sound asleep and thinking he was safe in his bed, he got up at 2:00 am and walked to a friend’s house to hang out for a few hours. He did this in an ice storm. Be still my heart. I really liked...